Letter to XM

Hey lady,

I cleaned up your room good. I cleared out everything, vacuumed every conceivable corner that could be vacuumed, and (briefly) wiped every flat surface - yes, even the top of the wardrobe!

Yep. And you know that I don't even vacuum my own room.

In my mind's eye, I saw you entering the room after a long flight, and leaving the Feng, and being disappointed if the room was less than spotless. I can see your mouth curve in disapproval, and feel your inward sigh at the irresponsible and untidy behaviour I know you've come to expect of me. And I could imagine how emotional you might get facing the room, especially with the tiring flight, while missing the Feng desperately, and feeling lonely in an empty house (I don't know what time you're coming back, and if anyone will be in).

I decided I didn't want you feeling depressed, and maybe regretful of the decision to stay here. So I cleaned up the room good, even though I myself don't place a high premium on cleanliness and tidiness, simply because I know it matters to you.

If I were your boyfriend, I'd even buy flowers and put in the room to surprise you. But regretfully, the reality is, I don't have a girlfriend, although I'd be the bestest boyfriend a girl could have, because I Am a girl, and know what girls want. I wish boys were more clued in in general.

Anyway, after my unusual effort to cheer you up on your return, I hope you don't feel too down. Things aren't too bad around the house:
With the shower curtains up (ahem.) the bathroom is finally fit for human use. Only Half of the stuff in the corridor is mine, I have no idea who the other half belongs to. I'll chuck them this weekend. Oh, and if you could, please save ZW's orchid. It's DYING.

Welcome home, girl. :-)